Gathering of Masks
Gwen Valquin scanned the crowd again.
She still couldn't locate the source of that mysterious voice.
Yet instead of fear—
Excitement surged through her veins.
Because today, everything would be exposed.
Truths. Lies. Masks.
If the benefactor who had revealed those hidden thoughts appeared… she would thank him properly.
He had even been chanting her brother's name.
That meant he knew Mike.
Which meant finding him would not be difficult.
She inhaled slowly, steadying herself.
Today, the curtain would rise.
—
After Evan and Gwen walked inside the Valquin estate, Julian D'Aurelius finally stepped out of his car at an unhurried pace.
Golden eyes half-lidded. Expression relaxed.
He took a moment before moving, one hand resting lightly on the car door as if he had nowhere urgent to be. The estate loomed ahead—quiet, heavy, the kind of place that carried secrets in its walls.
He didn't spot Mike immediately.
But he did notice someone else.
Zain.
